CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Riley waited eagerly for Cranston’s next words. She glanced at her colleagues and saw that they, too, were anxious to hear what the man was about to say.
Cranston’s face twisted with anguish for a moment.
Finally he spoke. “Forget I said anything. It doesn’t matter.”
Of course that wasn’t what Riley had expected to hear, but she forced herself to wait. She could see that Jenn was about to insist, and stopped the young agent with a subtle gesture. From her own experience conducting thousands of interviews, Riley knew that the least bit of prodding could shut certain types of people down.
Silence was the best way of drawing Cranston out.
Finally he said in a slow, agonized voice, “It was my idea. Vincent coming to Yale, I mean. He wanted to stay near his parents—my bro
